Wind In My Sails Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

They landed at Plymouth 

With a smile on their face 

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My whole disposition like 

Fuck who told me to sit 

Ten toes on the cement 

Lil weed in my socks 

Send dudes songs to repent 

Clean up my thoughts 

We in a box 

See a lot of niggas talk 

On the bench 

A lotta father figures followin' trends 

I ain't involved with 'em 

Lemmings like to fall off of cliffs 

And bring they squad with 'em 

I see God in the mirror drinking 

I tee off when the spirit hit me 

And I don't fear the ending 

I feel the envy 

I listen to my past when it whisper to me 

Half of it makes sense 

My nigga half of it riddles to me 

Moses with a makeshift staff 

Sending ripples through ya 

And through the land 

And the river been a plan 

But when I go to grab it slither out my hand 

So on my other hand 

I been handling business 

Kinda shabby but my momma told me man up 

It's now Popeye with the anchor tats 

And the spinach 

Finna spazz on a nigga if I have to 

Wrist takers, no Satan, new dance moves 

It could be your last move 

Hard to see the glass half full 

When you don't have food 

Wrist dangling like black fruit, nigga 

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Crossing all my T's 

And I'm dotting all my I's 

Gotta watch out for debris 

When it's fallin' down 

As far as I can see 

I done confronted all the shit 

I couldn't walk around 

Keep a piece when you on the ground 

Leakin', you hard as Hell 

Keep some wind in my sails 

Walkin' down La Brea 

Name ringin' bells like we got some mail 

Ahh, still love me